To be a rock and not to roll?
Oh, we’ll roll alright!
Sushi at home? Sure, why not.
Friday night dinner was a plate of freshly shucked Fleetwood oysters and sushi, lovingly prepared by the Boyfriend.
Working full-time since October has ended my “I’ll make dinner” run, during the week anyway. That leaves the Boyfriend, who has recently decided to take time off from the suit-and-tie profession, to take up the baton of weeknight cooking.
The sushi was a wonderful exclamation mark to a week replete with dishes such as rigatoni á la sauce and tostadas topped with pan-seared chicken, pre-rubbed with the Boyfriend’s special rub.
The range of cuisines coming out of our Brooklyn kitchen is a testament to our metropolitan environment and inclinations. Though, if you were to ask, I will tell you that my cuisine of preference will always be Korean, but, as a true child of our fair city, to embrace the kaleidoscope of her cultures is in my genetics.